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ousia-poetica · 2 days ago

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If you don't see love, climb a tree. Jeremy Miranda Fine Art

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poetry-siir · a day ago

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I hope the universe blesses you with a moment of peace this week. You’re doing the right thing, and you’re going to be okay.

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trovador-de-versos · 2 days ago

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Surround yourself with people who reflect how you want to feel inside. Energy is real and it is contagious.

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siir-poesia · a day ago

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[ID: There is nothing absolute / Everything changes, everything / moves, everything re- / volves - everything / flies and goes away.]

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literary-connection · a day ago

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Home decor

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champagnev3nus · a day ago

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tonight

you made me cry

except

it was tears

of bliss;

drops of eternal joy

that i’ll never pat dry

so thank you

for teaching me

how to love

-v.o

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angireads0126 · 2 months ago

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The only regret in my life is that I said a "sorry" while they deserved a "fuck off".

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polishgirlinamericaaa · 22 days ago

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bourgwesioie · 9 months ago

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“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

Stephen King

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fluye-poesia · a month ago

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Give me the equinox of your aura to feel its infinity…

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ousia-poetica · 16 hours ago

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I don't know why at night I miss you more. Illustration by kelsey smith

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poetry-siir · a day ago

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Nanaste / Om Mani Padme Hum

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trovador-de-versos · a day ago

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I wish I wasn’t such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself

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siir-poesia · 2 days ago

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“You do not write your life with words...You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.”

― Patrick Ness

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literary-connection · a day ago

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You will ache for slow beauty to save you from your quick, quick life.

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champagnev3nus · a day ago

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i hope

you know

when i see that star

shoot across

the summer’s night sky

i wish for you

and i wonder

if you’re looking up too

-v.o

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zxqs · 9 months ago

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Maybe if we all had a dragon we would be happy

#dragon #dragons #happy #spilled words #spilled thoughts #yes #uh #spilled ink #books #books libraries #books & libraries #classic literature #english literature #literature #academia #asexual #ace #lgbtqia

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coolheadofficial · 9 months ago

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Don't be a "maybe". It's either Hell Yes or Fucking No.

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bourgwesioie · 6 months ago

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What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.

sandra cisneros; eleven

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academia-jurista · 2 months ago

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To live like this is to die little by little.

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